3. Aria A
Besides You is no doctor to be found,
though I search throughout Gilead;
who shall heal the wounds of my sins,
since there is no balsam here?
If You conceal Yourself, I must die.
Have mercy, ah, hear me!
Indeed You do not seek my destruction,
therefore my heart will still hope.

5. Aria T
Take hold of yourselves, troubled minds,
you do yourselves too much injury.
Give up the sorrowful course;
before I collapse in tears,
my Jesus will be seen again,
O joy unlike any other!
What well-being has found me through this;
take, take my heart as an offering!

6. Chorale
I have left you for a moment,
o beloved child;
see however, see, with great happiness
and comfort beyond measure,
already with the wreath of joy
I shall crown you and honor you,
your brief sorrow into joy
and eternal bliss shall be altered.